_Ashb_. So.
_Cl_. To go, roonne, ryde of all your arrants.
_Ashb_. So.
_Cl_. In all this you'l bee slack in nothinge?
_Ashb_. So.
_Cl_. And you'l heareafter love mee still?
_Ashb_. So, so.
_Cl_. Howe, but so, so?
_Ashb_. Yes, so and so and so.
_Cl_. Why, then I go, go, goe. [_Exit Clown_.
_Ashb_. But one thinge I intreate you, _Mirable_:
This thyrteene yeares, since by rude creditors
Tost and opprest, nay rent out of myne owne,
I have bin forct to seeke my fate abroad,
Howe weare you ravisht thence, or since that tyme
What strange adventures past?
_Enter Godfrey, and the wyfe with the handkercher_.
_Mirable_. My mother's presence
Must now prevent my answer.
_Wyfe_. Where is shee? oh wheare, wheare? for by these tokens,
These of her childhood most unfallid signes,
I knwe her for my doughter.
_Mir_. I have bene
The longe and wretched owner of that cabinet
With all therein contein'd.
_Wyfe_. Into thy boosom
Oh lett mee rayne a shower of joyfull teares
To welcom thee, my _Mirable_.
_Godf_. You threatned her but nowe with skaldinge water; mee thinks you
had more neede to comfort her with hott waters, for sure shee canott bee
warme synce shee came so late out of the could bathe.
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